"I suppose I can offer no guarantees that it was in fact Mephala, but she did speak to us at one of her shrines, while possessing one of her priests." Ahnasha answered. "I do not know of any Daedra who would be powerful enough to project their power on Tamriel at a different Daedra's shrine. In any case, I was certainly aware of her nature, and rightfully skeptical. She told us that it would be a Breton that made the offer, and it was at a time that we encountered a Breton we did not fully trust. But, we were cautious, and everything turned out quite well for us."

Ahnasha could not help but to give a slight chuckle at herself and the story she had told Calia thusfar. "I know it must sound strange, everything I have told you. How we have traveled the world under the leadership of Hircine's Champion, spoken directly to more than one Daedric Prince, and created, well...almost a society of lycanthropes in just a few short years. Certainly, it was nothing that either myself or Fendros would have expected when we first found him in the wilderness. But, I believe we are doing something important in the world. Lycans, as dangerous as we may be, are also misunderstood, and most of us just want to live in peace. Meesei, myself, Fendros, we have all been helping to shape the world in a way that will make it safer for all of our kind. Honestly, I have not thought about it a great deal until now, but we are helping people who have nowhere else to turn."

It took a few moments for Newt to collect his thoughts enough to give an answer, and even then, it was a rather oddly-worded, out of context question that he asked. "Why are you...also an uncle?" He asked, his wide eyes staring straight up at Monderyn in anticipation.